freemotion
Food Guru
Thanks for the bucketful of wisdom, folks!
Today I earned more than I saved, massaging horses. Yes, I usually work on the Monday holidays, it is nice to go to the barns and meet the owners. No one was there today, strangely, so I got done very quickly. When I got home, dh was in the front yard with shovel in hand, turning over a section of lawn where I wanted a new strawberry bed.
You have to understand that seeing this, I almost drove right through the garage door.
My scheming and manipulating rarely works at all, nevermind this well.
I simply made an huge strawberry/rhubarb crisp, and encouraged overeating of said pastry, stating that the crisp would go soggy if left too long, so eat up! While he was eating it, I mentioned casually that homegrown strawberries would go so nicely with the three rhubarb plants I just put in. Alas, it was impossible for me to get to the task of digging a new garden before the strawberry plants were no longer available at the garden centers. I still had all the planting to get done, as well as turning the second half of the newest garden and fencing it, which meant re-wiring the pasture fence first. I still needed to install the gate into the woods for the goats, and put up the last section of fencing on the compost pile, which the chickens are scattering all over. It would just be impossible. (Insert long, dramatic sigh here.)
Why not plant the newest garden, already dug, with strawberries, he countered? Oh, my love, that is where we have trouble with the groundhogs. I would far rather plant rutabagas for the goaties there, than risk sweet and succulent strawberries. Far better to plant them in the front yard, where the woodchuck does not venture. Maybe in another year or two. (Insert long sigh with a slight catch here.) Or maybe three.
The bed is dug, outlined in brick. I have more rhubarb and strawberries for another pastry or even two, so I hope to get him to turn it one more time and add some compost.
I hope some of you ladies reading this benefit from my money-saving experience!
Today I earned more than I saved, massaging horses. Yes, I usually work on the Monday holidays, it is nice to go to the barns and meet the owners. No one was there today, strangely, so I got done very quickly. When I got home, dh was in the front yard with shovel in hand, turning over a section of lawn where I wanted a new strawberry bed.
You have to understand that seeing this, I almost drove right through the garage door.
My scheming and manipulating rarely works at all, nevermind this well.
I simply made an huge strawberry/rhubarb crisp, and encouraged overeating of said pastry, stating that the crisp would go soggy if left too long, so eat up! While he was eating it, I mentioned casually that homegrown strawberries would go so nicely with the three rhubarb plants I just put in. Alas, it was impossible for me to get to the task of digging a new garden before the strawberry plants were no longer available at the garden centers. I still had all the planting to get done, as well as turning the second half of the newest garden and fencing it, which meant re-wiring the pasture fence first. I still needed to install the gate into the woods for the goats, and put up the last section of fencing on the compost pile, which the chickens are scattering all over. It would just be impossible. (Insert long, dramatic sigh here.)
Why not plant the newest garden, already dug, with strawberries, he countered? Oh, my love, that is where we have trouble with the groundhogs. I would far rather plant rutabagas for the goaties there, than risk sweet and succulent strawberries. Far better to plant them in the front yard, where the woodchuck does not venture. Maybe in another year or two. (Insert long sigh with a slight catch here.) Or maybe three.
The bed is dug, outlined in brick. I have more rhubarb and strawberries for another pastry or even two, so I hope to get him to turn it one more time and add some compost.
I hope some of you ladies reading this benefit from my money-saving experience!
Every bit helps! Bet your family and pets.....and you!.....enjoyed a quiet day at home. It can be such a treat!
